Asta tries to help you escape

Your violet eyes meet hers as you non-verbally beg for help to escape this humiliation. She gives you a pitiful look before averting her gaze. As dread and hopelessness set it, you get the feeling that she may have gone through this punishment herself at some point and has lost the will to resist her Grandmother.

Amalda takes a step forwards, her cold eyes locked onto yours. “Wait!” Asta calls out, her small voice trembling slightly. “Please don’t do this! It’s not right!”

You can see Asta’s body shuddering with fear as Amalda stares her down with a furious demeanour. “Oh, you want to aid this criminal in escaping her punishment?” The elderly gnome asks through gritted teeth.

Tears begin to streak down Asta’s face as she begins to back away towards the door. “N-no, I just... it’s inhumane! Y-you can’t do...” Asta shoots you an apologetic glance before spinning on her heels and dashing to escape the room. Just as her hand reaches the door handle, she freezes. Amalda has petrified her Granddaughter as well.

Reaching for the knife once more, Amalda begins methodically cutting Asta out of her clothes as she complains about her insolence and childishness. “I always knew my Daughter was too soft when she raised you! Children need discipline to grow up strong. You will share this girl’s punishment.”

Once Asta’s clothes have been disposed of, showing off her puffy pink nipples and shaved pussy, Amalda moves her away from the door and calls down the corridor “Edwyn, Kanus, I need you to help me move a couple of things outside!”

A moment later, two large Human men walk into the room. The taller of the two has dark skin, a bald head and short black stubble. The other man is only a few inches shorter, but he is much burlier. He has wavy, light bown hair, which reaches to his shoulder and is clean-shaven. There is a primal hunger in their eyes when the first catch sight of your body, followed by surprise when they see their manager’s granddaughter is also naked. They don’t question her however.

The taller man walks over towards Asta. He leans down and hesitates for a second, seemingly considering the best way to pick her up. You can see the same **** look in Asta’s eyes that you had given her. After a moment, the man wraps one arm gently around her waist and places the other under her armpit before carrying her towards the door. He makes sure to not bump his colleague’s naked form into the doorframe as he manoeuvres her into the corridor.

The man with long hair then walks over towards you. He also examines you for a second, his mouth twitching as he tries to suppress a smile. He snakes his hands around your hips and places his hands on your ass. A disgusted shiver runs up your spine as you are locked in place and can’t do anything to resist. You feel your cheeks being spread apart, the cool air kissing your exposed hole. His other palm smothers your breast, his rough skin rubbing your nipple back and forth.

With a slight grunt he uses his leverage to hoist you up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry position with your legs dangling down in front of his bare chest. He removes the hand from your breast, while the other slides up to the top of your buttcheek to hold you in place as he walks you out of the office. He has no thoughts of keeping you from harm as your hip painfully bashes into frame.

All you can see now is the polished wooden floor and the man’s back, but from the direction he turns out of the door, they are carrying you both to the front entrance!

You hear the man carrying Asta up ahead pushing open the main entrance, causing warm sunlight to spill out onto your legs and exposed rear and pussy. The din of voices and stall vendors moving objects around sends you into a state of total despair. You know now what your lesson will be and you still cannot fight off the paralysis. There is nothing you can do apart from try to steel your nerves for what comes next.

The pair of men carry you both out towards the tall sign for the bath house on the street. Near the top is what looks to be a metal hitching ring, like the kind used for horses, apart from this one is much too high for that. You hear gasps of shock and a few giggles as people around you start to notice what is going on. Your face burns with embarrassment.

“Boys, tie them both to the post please!” Amalda asks sweetly from the doorway, as if she were only asking for someone to pass the sugar for her tea.

The man holding Asta produces a pair of manacles to lock around her wrists before running a chain through them and threading it through the ring. He offers the other side to the man holding you, who takes it and places you on the floor before repeating this with your own manacles. Once attached, the chain seems to magically adjust its length to hoist you up to the point where you are both stood on tiptoes, facing each other. Asta’s Gnomish height places her head roughly equal with your belly button.

With a wave of Amalda’s hand, the paralysis spell finally ends, causing your bodies to drop slightly as your limbs painfully straighten out after being static for so long.

Your arms are held taught above your head, preventing you from making any attempt to cover up. From this position, your breasts are visible to the crowd of onlookers that has formed around this scene, although some are more taken in by Asta’s ass, who has her back to them. It is all you can do to try and push your thighs together to hide your most personal area.

Approaching you from behind, Amalda gives you a painful swat on the backside, making you cry out and inadvertently pull back on the chain. This pulls tiny Asta off the ground and as she swings forward, her open mouth accidentally grazes your left tit, leaving a patch of warm saliva over your areola. “A few hours out here will cure you of your bad habits, my dears. Do try to enjoy yourselves!”

“Grandmother, wait! Please!” Asta cries out in desperation, her feet now returned to the ground. But her plea falls on deaf ears as the pair of men follow Amalda as she walks back inside the bath house, leaving you two alone with the crowd.